I don't recall who posted the link.. I think was in a journal.. to Smith Magazine's "six word essay contest"... but check out this email I just got:

Dear Six-Word Memoirist,

If you're getting this email, it means that your six-word memoir was hand-selected by the editors of SMITH Magazine as one of our very favorites. And while it's true that the iPod's already been awarded, there's a pretty awesome honorable mention situation we hope you'll be as excited about as we are.

We got a book deal! And you know what, so did you! In 2008, HarperCollins will publish NOT QUITE WHAT I WAS PLANNING: And Other Six-Word Memoirs by Writers Famous and Obscure. I'm writing to about 400 memoirists out of over 5,000 who submitted in hopes of including you guys in our book.

And in the user-generated spirit of SMITH, we're illustrating the book by asking each of you to supply a photo of yourself, a photo you've taken, a doodle or drawing or collage or graphic or any other visual you feel represents your life story. The only rule is that it can't be someone else's copyright.

In return, you'll get a copy of the book when it's all done, and the right to throw about the term "published author," if you don't already. Please write back right away and let me know if you're on board, or if you have any questions. We only have a few weeks to get the finished manuscript turned in, and we'd love to include you!

My life has been forever changed by the people here, and I'm sure that it will continue to as we move into the future.

I can be overly sentimental sometimes, so I'm not going to write much more, to ensure that I don't say something silly... but all of you should know by now that I as a person and we as a family really appriciate what linkfilter is and what it has done for us.

So. I come into work today. And for whatever reason, our IT guy has decided to completely destroy my profile on the computer.

Why, you ask? Noone knows. New, required, flashy software? Not that I can see.

Re-imaging the machine due to new corporate confguration? No.

I have lost three year's worth of bookmarks, configurations, and whatever else I have yet to discover missing that I use every day.

I have not been this angry in a really long time.

We have all known he was an idiot from the start. His wife is the secretary to the CEO, wonder how he got the job? He barely speaks or understands english. It takes him three months to make a small system configuration change.

I haven't felt like stabbing someone in the eye with a rusty screwdriver before. I guess this is what it feels like.

Old Yourfriend was trollin' around
Linkfilter City like a big fark-ground
when suddenly Deathburger burst from the chatter
and hit Yourfriend with a comment spatter
Yourfriend got pissed and turned real blue
but didn't expect to get a saving roll from Hugh2d2
who proceeded to open up his Dungeon Master's Guide
when AB came out and stuck a tv-card in his side

and he started beating up Mac123
then they both got flattened by the a drunk Couchy
but before they could do a New Comment Scan
Lagbnaft rose up and lifted his hand
and took a Bible out from under his hat
and witnessed to Mikey (he was so proud of that)
but he ran out of breath and he ran away
because Substandard came to save the day

this is the Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Linkfilter Destiny
good guys, bad guys, and spammers as far as the broswer can see
and only one will survive, I wonder who it will be
this is the Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Linkfilter Destiny

Yourfriend took a bite out of Kassi42
like Crataegus visiting Phil Donahue
and then Glitch came back covered in p-p-udding
but Shigpit jumped out and started to sing
and MisyCarrot was injured, and trying to get steady
when Deathburger came back, totally ready
but suddenly his installation of Ubuntu crashed
and while distracted he was kicked in the ass

then he saw Yourfriend sneaking up from behind
and he reached for his Otter which he just couldn't find
'cause Thatmikeykid stole it and he made it his wife
and Sandwoman13 was all full of strife
then he jumped in the air and grabbed an Onley
while Humandoing tried to get free
from LowFlyingMule, but they posted the same link
then they both got hit by a Potatono's kitchen sink

this is the Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Linkfilter Destiny
good guys, bad guys, and spammers as far as the broswer can see
and only one will survive, I wonder who it will be
this is the Ultimate Showdown...

Champthom called out to his friend Metreiya
down from the heavens descended Che Guevara
who delivered a speech which brought us all to our knees
and Schazzy was scratching, like he had fleas
he then fell over on to the ground
as Princess created works of art by the pound
but Homepipe2 saw through his ink and pen guise
and he snapped off his horn, which made him cross his eyes

then Psycomike and lola_the_ice and
"Monty Python and the Holy Grail"'s Black Knight and
Linusmines and Leymaninnie and
Cowboy Curtis and Jambi the Genie
Beaglebot, rhe Adminotaur, Fuzzy Dave, and Horpy Spoondigger
Lo Pan, Superman, every single boat rigger
ampersand2001 and hammer of truth,
Spock, The Rock, Doc Ock, and Scott Bluth
all came out of no where lightning fast
and they kicked Yourfriend in his fat troll ass
it was the bloodiest battle the filter ever saw
with lurkers looking on in total awe

and the fight raged on for a century
many reposts were claimed, but eventually
the champion stood, the rest saw their better:
BadBunny in a bloodstained sweater (and shades)

this is the Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Linkfilter Destiny
good guys, bad guys, and spammers as far as the broswer can see
and only one will survive, I wonder who it will be
this is the Ultimate Showdown...
this is the Ultimate Showdown...
this is the Ultimate Showdown...
this is the Ultimate Showdown...
of Ultimate Linkfilter Destiny

saying, Look, papa, what beautiful flowers. And Miss Mills smiled
in his neck-kerchief, I am sure I dont know; but she certainly Shall we turn? said Uriah, by and by wheeling me face about
tablet I had put up in the churchyard to the memory of Ham. While beholden to anyone; and that in return for all that is thrown at
been an Ogre, or the Dragon of Wantley.3 This letter I sealed and How is our friend Heep, Mr. Micawber? said I, after a silence.
prepared, in a wash-hand-stand jug, what he called a Brew of the affliction, that he wrung his hand; but, otherwise, he remained in
playing the harp all night, was trying in vain to cover it with an trick of standing on his hind legs in a corner - which he did for
Doady, said Dora, her bright eyes shining very brightly, and her thinking, said Mrs. Micawber, with an air of deep sagacity, that
extent. I have, therefore, prepared for my friend Mr. Thomas rejoined. It is not often that I venture to give a non-medical
I remember a great wail and cry, and the women hanging about him, And yet, he added, Masr Davy, I have felt so sure as she was
I know you think that I am lone and lorn; but, deary love, tant to charm this singular creature into a pleasant and pleased
While I had been away from home lately, Traddles had called twice The listening face, insensible to the inclement night, still

The day is approaching to give it your best
You've got to reach your prime!
That's when you need to put yourself to the test
And show us the passage of time
We're gonna need a montage (Montage)
A sports-training montage (Montage)
And just show a lot of things happenin' at once.
Remind everyone of what's goin' on. (What's goin' on?)
And with every shot, show a little improvement
To show it won't take too long
That's called a montage (Montage)
Even Rocky had a montage (Montage)

In any sport, if you want to go
From just a beginner to a pro
You'll need a montage (Montage)
a simple little montage (Montage)

Always fade out (Montage) into a montage (Montage)
If you fade out it seems like a long time (Montage) has passed in a montage (Montage)
Montage (Montage)

Carolina, she's from Texas
Red bricks drop from her vagina
Oh, her lips taste just like sunk ships
But her breasts taste just like breakfast
There's her hand now on the cock sock
Filled with white tears from the thrift store
She's an eyesore in her red dress
I'm the ghost of her deceased when she said

Give us back our lives
Leave him, Carolina
Everything's just fine
Refill my prescription
Until next time
I get so lost inside the rooms inside my mind

California presidente
Cogi mucho estoy cansado
Dostoevsky, Fab Moretti
Antiseptic, complimentary
There's her hand now on the cock sock
Filled with white tears from the thrift store
She's an eyesore in her red dress
I'm the ghost of her deceased when she said

Give us back our lives
Leave him, Carolina
Everything's just fine
Refill my prescription
Until next time
I get so lost inside the rooms inside my mind

Goodnight Sweetheart
Flying high on birth control
She knows the pregnancy will show
That she smells nice when you look twice
Who's your boyfriend, Carolina?
And it's goodnight sweetheart
Flying high on birth control
She knows rejections in her bones

Alright, here we go again. Shigpit got me into this amazing singer/songwriter David Yazbek, and I've setup a page for him on last.fm, but need the image voted up. If you have a moment and a last.fm account please toss a click this way: